Sunshine and Roses or Notttttt

Raped in time

In the off-chance you missed the subtle hints in the title, description and category, this story deals with themes of rape, specifically rape fantasy. Real-world rape is completely different to a woman having a rape fantasy, and if you don't know the difference, please move on.

His hands were around my throat.

"Stop!" I begged. "Please stop!" But his cock pounded my pussy mercilessly and no matter how I struggled, I couldn't escape. I felt my orgasm growing inside me before it pulsed through my body, strong enough to wake me from my slumber. I sat up, alone in my bed, gasping. My sheets were twisted around my legs and my fingers were slick with my juices; I'd been masturbating in my sleep. Again. But the fantasy I'd been masturbating to wasn't just a fantasy.

My life had undergone a dramatic upheaval in the last month. I'd moved to a different state - which had been prompted by the ending of a ten-year relationship with a cheating bastard. Then I'd inherited (from a random stranger at a coffee shop) the ability to freeze time, which came with a convenient little 'how to' booklet. All I had to do was think freeze, and the world around me paused until I thought unfreeze. I had some ability to interact with the world around me during frozen time and after some experimenting, I'd used my new ability to get ahead at my new job. And, naturally, to help me try to get laid.

How? Well, you know. Freeze time, turn a guy's eyes to look at me, give his cock a little rub, restart time, and hey presto! He thought he'd looked at me and gotten turned on. Freeze time, move us alone together, restart time and maybe he'd think he took me somewhere private to... you know. But the problem was, the only person I'd found willing to fuck a complete stranger was a complete and utter little shitcunt who thought "private time alone together" meant that he was violently raping me. So... I'd let him "rape" me. Seriously, you couldn't make this shit up.

But it had happened. And now, far from being left traumatised by the event, I was left with a sick desire which turned me on whenever I thought about it. I pulled my phone out and flicked to the gallery. Before I'd left the site of the "rape" I'd taken a photo of his ID. You know, in case I needed it for revenge, or whatever. I had his name and his address, which was on the other side of town from where I lived. There it was. Wayne Eugene Dingle. Yes, really! The name sure had given me a snigger when I first noticed it.

I wondered about him. Was I the only person he'd ever raped? There was no knowing. Maybe I'd been the latest in a long line of victims. But maybe I had been the only, his natural tendencies encouraged by my use of my powers. Afterwards, there'd been a flash of panic in his eyes when he'd worried that I might tell or go to the cops. If he'd raped before, surely that would have occurred to him before? A thought abruptly entered my head. What if I wasn't the latest or the only? What if I was simply the first? What if by me letting him get away with it, I encouraged him to offend again?

My blood ran cold. At the time, I'd only been thinking about myself and my own depraved sexual desires and I hadn't thought about the consequences of my actions. I looked at the photo of his ID again. I was going to have to do something about this. I checked the time. 4am, so late it was early, and not worth going back to bed. It was a Tuesday, which meant I had work today. It was earlier than I'd usually get up for work, so I hopped in the shower and started getting ready at a leisurely pace.

I got to work at 7:15am. I wasn't the first to arrive; there were already people in, checking their emails or grabbing a coffee. In Brisbane, people generally preferred to start work early to get it over and done with for the day. I wasn't usually here this early, but finishing earlier than usual would mean that I had a little more time this afternoon to deal with Wayne Eugene Dingle. Provided I figured out what to do by then. Of course, I had more than enough time to think about it. More than the eight hours at work because I could just freeze time if I needed to.